The man, with slanted sword-like eyebrows under peach blossom eyes, looked coolly at Zhong Lingling. "No manners!"
Even his voice was as magnetic as it was pleasant to the ear!
But, clearly just a twenty-year-old young man, his voice was also youthful, yet his tone was such that it seemed as if he was an elderly grandpa.
"You lock me up with chains, is that polite? You starve me to death, is that polite? Let me tell you, if my husband finds out you've kidnapped me, he'll have you chopped into pieces!"
Thinking of how a man as handsome as him might be tormented by Xiang Yimo, Zhong Lingling really felt a sense of pity.
"If you let me go right now and help me contact my husband, I'll consider pleading with him not to hold it against you, you kidnapper!"
Zhong Lingling clearly remembered that the kidnapper on that night, though she couldn't see his face, had a much bulkier physique than the man in front of her.
